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Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts.

Ursula K. Le Guin

To see that your life is a story while you’re in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well.
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Help Living Middle See Story Well While
My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died.
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Earth Human Planet Run Species Spoil World
I don’t think ‘science fiction’ is a very good name for it, but it’s the name that we’ve got. It is different from other kinds of writing, I suppose, so it deserves a name of its own.
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Different Fiction Good Kind Name Science Think Write
The misogyny that shapes every aspect of our civilization is the institutionalized form of male fear and hatred of what they have denied and therefore cannot know, cannot share: that wild country, the being of women.
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Aspect Civilization Denied Fear Form Institutionalize Know Male Misogyny Shape
What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.
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Answer Canned Catch Eaten Metaphor Original Source Suppose Swing Word
Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it.
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Call Chnagebale Ever Faithless Honor Jealous Men Sexual Some Threatened Through Truth Women
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.
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Candle Cast Light Shadow
Civilized Man says: I am Self, I am Master, all the rest is other–outside, below, underneath, subservient. I own, I use, I explore, I exploit, I control. What I do is what matters. What I want is what matter is for. I am that I am, and the rest is women & wilderness, to be used as I see fit.
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Civilize Man Master Other Outside Rest Self Subservient Underneath
Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country.
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Country Dark Earth Root
Those who build walls are their own prisoners. I’m going to go fulfill my proper function in the social organism. I’m going to unbuild walls.
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Build Own Prison Wall
The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows.
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Beautiful Bright Dark Druel Earth Existence Terrible
If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
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Chance Come Evade Fulfill Home Joy May Pleasure Suffer
We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.
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Freedom Large Need Poet Realist Reality Remember Visionary Writer
Capitalism’s grow-or-die imperative stands radically at odds with ecology’s imperative of interdependence and limit.
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Capitalism Die Growth Imperative Interdependence Limit Odd Radical Stand
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
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End Justice Mean never
Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice.
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Moment Nothing Remark River Same Step Twice
What is the use trying to describe the flowing of a river at any one moment, and then at the next moment, and then at the next, and the next, and the next? You wear out. You say: There is a great river, and it flows through this land, and we have named it History.
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Describe Flow Moment Next One River Try Use
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
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Came Done Forgot Have Once Remember Saw Sunset Western Wind
The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skilful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well, – this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection and of sociality as a whole.
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Affection Anyone Deep Delight Hunter Meed Mother Nurse Socialist Source Successful Whole
A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart.
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Burson Capacity Child Competition Do Doing Economic Free Grow Guilt Joy Need Ownership Will
The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.
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Clench Cruelty Dull Eye Fire Great Hand Hidden Men Mountain Sea Shark
Life goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.
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Dark Even Fainty Glow Goes Headed Life Two
Absolute freedom is absolute responsibility.
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Absolute Freedom Responsibility
If a book told you something when you were fifteen, it will tell you it again when you’re fifty, though you may understand it so differently that it seems you’re reading a whole new book.
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Again Book Differently Fifteen Fifty Raed Seem Something Tell Understand
We are been taught to be ashamed of not being ‘outgoing’. But a writer’s job is ingoing.
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Ashamed Been Job Outgoing Taught Winter
Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.
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Fantasy Feel Fiction Inanity Naturalistic Nearest Poetry Safe Wilderness
While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
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Banker Believe Existence Hear Insane Novel People Raed Voice

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